Five

January20th,2009

I woke up this morning and remembered it was your birthday. As I was brushing my teeth, with you and Ariel still asleep in your rooms, I looked out of the bathroom window and saw snow gently falling and a soft pink light. I walk downstairs to make coffee, but instead, I grabbed my camera and took a picture of the beautiful sunrise that I know was meant for you.

As we drove your sister to school, I could not help but to notice how beautiful everything was. The now soft yellow sun was peeking through snow covered trees. Everything that surrounded us was covered by the purest white I have ever seen. It was beautiful and peaceful. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw you looking out of the window with a smile on your face.

At that moment, you took my breath away, just like you did the first time I saw you. Five years ago today.

When I reflect back on this past year, it makes me so sad that it was a year of such sadness. I wonder if you’ll look back on your childhood someday and think of your Mom crying. That isn’t what I want, I only want happiness for you, always. And I want to apologize for being so sad, but something tells me you understand. There is something deep within you that I think gets it. I can remember, back on March 2nd, the day after the memorial service, I was sitting in the living room with your two aunts and your Grandma and I finally allowed myself to cry, to really, really cry in front of people. You walked into the room, climbed on my lap and in my ear you whispered “I got you, I got you, Mama.” And you, at the tender age of four, made me feel better.

I used to whisper that in your ear when you were a baby and you were crying. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think you’d say the same thing to me.

You did have me, you still have me, and you’ll always have me. Which makes me the luckiest person in the world, because I’ve got you, too.

Today we celebrate you and the bright, sensitive, funny, picky, loving, feisty boy that you are. Something tells me this is going to be a very, very good year. I can’t wait to share it with you.

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Last night, I was able to sit down with you for your annual birthday interview:

Mom: So, Racecar, what is tomorrow?

Racecar: My birthday.

Mom: How old are you going to be?

Racecar: Five

Mom: What do you want to do on your birthday?

Racecar: I don’t know.

Mom: What do you want for breakfast?

Racecar: Cinnamon toast crunch? (Mom: we don’t have any) Fruit loops? (Mom: we don’t have any) Apple jacks? (Mom: we have Apple Jacks!) (we went to Dunkin’ Donut and he got a chocolate donut with sprinkles. Red, white and blue sprinkles)

This was such a wonderful, amazing, feel good post and very well written! Once I started to cry, I cried through the rest. You should frame it and put it up in Racecar’s room. He will adore this letter from you one day.

I always love your interviews! I wish I had copied this idea from you, I mean, started this from my original idea a long time ago.

This was such a wonderful, amazing, feel good post and very well written! Once I started to cry, I cried through the rest. You should frame it and put it up in Racecar’s room. He will adore this letter from you one day.

I always love your interviews! I wish I had copied this idea from you, I mean, started this from my original idea a long time ago.

Wow! What a sweet thing to say to your mother!! I can’t stop crying over that one. Thanks for sharing this. You are blessed with a wonderful, sweet, sensitive little guy. What a great husband he will make someday!!

Wow! What a sweet thing to say to your mother!! I can’t stop crying over that one. Thanks for sharing this. You are blessed with a wonderful, sweet, sensitive little guy. What a great husband he will make someday!!